Lila's POV
The wind blowing through the trees was cold. The fire was burning low, and the camp was silent. Aria's silken curls brushed my cheek as I sat with her on my lap. Her tiny hands were making the toy jump as she played with Woof.
She laughed and waved the toy in the air, saying, "Woof, run fast!"
"Yes, he does," I responded with a slight smile, but my thoughts were elsewhere.
There was a strange feeling. The shadows surrounding the camp were darker, and the air felt heavier. Kian and Nathaniel were having a quiet conversation as they stood close to the clearing's edge. His hands continued to squeeze into fists, and I could feel the tightness in his shoulders.
"Mom?" Aria drew me back with her tiny voice.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
With a head tilt, she questioned, "Bad?"
I tried to
